May-December Romance

Luckily my gran doesn't have the desire to figure out computers, let alone blogs, so I can post this.
Although I know for a fact she'd laugh about this entry.
Looking through my photos, that I have neglected to post, I noticed a fantastic themed montage to share.

Shirles & I, I adore her and she looks distracted.
 


Maybe by my boyfriend, whom she's been dying to hug since the moment they met. He quite likes her despite the grimace.


Or, only a stones throw away, the irish step dancer. The smile in this photo is that of genuine happiness.



My cherished photo of us pales in comparison to the joy of snuggling with this boy Riverdance. Don't get me wrong, I adore the found slideshow. I can only hope at her age I will still be pinching the butts of younger men. Figuratively I believe. I wasn't watching her all that closely but I wouldn't put it past her. Love you Shirles.

Booooo Hoo

October flew by and good weather throughout the Midwest led to rioting in the streets. People walking to and fro, wearing summery clothes and chanting things like 'What good weather we're having' and 'Funny, I don't even need my coat'.
It was chaos.
The week before my annual B.Y.O. Pumpkin Carving party we set out for our gourdy favorites, it was an unseasonable 80 degrees. I rolled up my pant legs, threw ice cubes in my coffee, and avoided the smokey kettle corn tent to hunt for a warty pumpkin to call my own. We weren't disappointed by the selection at Goebberts of cardboard cutouts to pose with nor the seed filled orbs piled around the acreage.


We bought the farm. Or damn well close to it. If my arms are any gauge for it, the haul must have been close to thirty pounds. Navigating the dodgy cart through the expansive parking lot was a feat and this man was not going to allow any blood spilt. The apple cider made it to the car and was partially consumed on the ride home in autumnal spirit.


Normally I'm an albino pumpkin carver, but I saw this lonely medium sized 'kin in a bin of neglected odd bits I brought it home thinking I'd be able to make a wicked witch. My inexperience with this sort of gourd and tool set made with a five year old in mind was unable to complete the task I had set for it. When I was that age I'm sure I would have fun a way to poke an eye out with the generic set of tools only meant for bending and breaking.


That Star Trek logo is his mouth, completely unintentional. Even Pierce got in on the fun, wearing an adorable skull hoodie from Susie and sniffing around the pumpkin guts before settling in so we could admire his new duds.


He was happy. I swear. Don't call animal cruelty, he's got a good thing going here besides the occasional dress up.

Sheeps & Bunnies, Bunnies & Sheeps

This is the story of how we went to Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival last month, mostly just so Andrew could pet a  large amount of sheep. From Chicago it was a long ride but armed with an iPod and promises of cuddly sheep we set off, my mind calculating what yarn I'd buy first.
 
 
After a loop around the sheds that contained glorious amounts of wool and assorted business, we saw the Angora bunnies and nearly made off with one. It wasn't for lack of love, but the lack of a habitat that would be the rabbit paradise I envision.

Then as a reward for letting me stroll through all the yarn twice, we went to Cracker Barrel. It was his first time, so I made sure we ordered everything. And then some.
 
Pierce got his own little reward, a pink fuzzy catnip filled toy sold to me by a preteen that seemed unused to selling to two tattooed cityfolk. It was impossible to get the cat to sit still during the snap, he was enamoured until he ripped open its belly approximately four minutes after I gave it to him.

End of Summer

I made it to one Cubs game; which included one bag of peanuts, two beers (one leaky), and yet no nachos in a tiny baseball helmet. 

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After getting dressed and on the walk to Wrigley I determined I looked more like I was on my way to a pumpkin patch rather than a sporting event. I like to think I bring a bit of class to the sport, because it was an absolute slaughter, Mets won 18-5. Observe the seats being emptied by the top of the 8th. 

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In August a girl at work and I started organic produce box from New Leaf, up in Rogers Park. Every Saturday we get a small box of assorted veg and fruits that are quite gorgeous. Rainbow Chard and Collards have been a welcome surprise, along with Equadorian bananas, gala melons, and red grapefruits. I've still a pile of apples that seems to be multiplying in the back of the fridge. My floral centerpieces still arranged fantastically by AM. 

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Last week I started the Pink Pomatomus socks, by Cookie A. besides the fun color changes it's a complicated bit of knitting that requires my full attention which is hard to do when watching your beau play Zelda Twilight Princess on your Wii.

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